It's a barrage of violence, sickness and shameYou struggle for your living and you're paying with painI read of the poor, and the women and the victims to blameFor the collapse of the country again and again

They're checking all the peopleIn all their holesWhips and lashes and cuts backTo double standards, backhandersIt's a grey desolate countryBut we're glorious again

He's peeling his banana while roasting your nutsYou've got to get your gums around his plumsHe's going to modify your attitudeAnd customize your crawlWith the muck he printsHe's got to us all